Title: I Wish You Weren't

Rating: T

Pairings/Characters: [Ronald Weasley/Trolley Lady]

Warning: Weird... (it might be a bit terrible)

Trolley Lady is Mrs. Trody, Ron is older, Mrs. T is younger, Muggle!AU, Ron is deaf, a bit of a crack!fic

Disclaimer: I, Millie, own only the plots of my stories and any OCs I happen to slip in. (In this case the characters and place and other thing belong to J. K. R.)

Notes:

For Pirate Ship Battles: Master Gunner, prompts: Corporation, Insult, Mushroom, Aluminum, Bridle, Summit

Beta: Er, none

Dedication: Lucy Kent. Thanks for making that forum :)

Feedback: Pretty please


The corporation of candy sellers Mrs. Trody worked in was stupid. They made her work through Christmas. In fact she wold quit if it wasn't for this one person. He made her smile.

She didn't know his name. He had blue eyes and flaming red hair and he came into her office at eleven-twelve every day to clean it.

He was nice too! Or so she assumed. He always smiled at her when he walked in. He looked nice as well. Maybe he liked her....

Because she had this feeling in her. She didn't know what it was as she had never felt it before but... she liked it. It felt fluffy, like a cloud or cotton candy. She... she was in love.


The man came into her room on Christmas morning at eleven-twelve, as usual, but he started to put up Christmas decorations in her office instead of clean it. It was time. She was ready. She dared to speak.

"Hello?" The man ignored her and continued to put up his aluminum bridle stuffed with mistletoe. "Hello? Hello, hello?" The man didn't turn. He was insulting her now! She got up and walked over to him. "Hello!"

Once Mrs. Trody walked in front of him he saw her and smiled. "Why aren't you talking?" Mrs. Trody asked, annoyed. The man, whose, Mrs. Trody saw, name was Ronald Weasley, pointed to himself then to his ear then to his mouth, consecutively. He opened his mouth and said in a fuzzy voice-

"I can't hear you, I'm deaf." Deaf. He was deaf. Mrs. Trody looked around her office. Deaf. Ronald also looked around. He grabbed a pen and paper and wrote:

I have to go to the summit now. It was nice 'talking' with you.

"You're-" Mrs. Trody started. Then she grabbed the pen and paper.

You're in the summit? But you're only

She stopped.

I have to clean up there.

Oh. Oh. That was disappointing. What could she do?

Ronald made to leave but Mrs. Trody shouted "Wait!" and flung out her arm. He stopped. She dragged Ronald to the mistletoe he put up earlier and stepped under it with him.

They kissed.

He tasted like mushrooms. She like the taste of mushrooms.

"Wait, what?" Mrs. Trody pulled away from Ronald. "I do not! I love them."

Sorry, she loved the taste of mushrooms.

(Even if they're the same thing. Basically.)

Ronald pulled away and grabbed the pen and paper.

I'm sorry, I can't. I'm too poor and I'm-

What? You're what?

She really want to know.

I'm gay. Not straight. Not into girls. Not into you.

Ronald ran out of the room, leaving Mrs. Trody feeling sad and thinking, I wish you weren't.